Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Nineteen•

M U T E D

Season 2

Daryl's Point of View:

I decided to head back to the house and check in on B. Lori has me thinking. I am bein selfish. Not about looking for people, but for not bother asking B if she wanted to stay with me.

I walk through the camp, seein no sign of her. Lori walks out of her tent and she approaches Andrea. They begin talking, from my distance, I couldn't hear, not until I walked up and could hear them.

"She isn't getting any better. She's running a fever. We need Hershel." Lori says.

"What about Bobbie? Aren't her and Maggie taking care of her?" Andrea asks.

"Maggie isn't a doctor, she doesn't know what to do. Bobbie knows things, but she doesn't know exactly what's wrong with Beth. Besides, Bobbie went after Rick and Hershel." Lori says. I fall confused and anger run through my veins.

"Bobbie did what?" I question. The two women turn their heads and looked at me. Lori looks as if she didn't want me knowing.

"She went into town to get them." Lori says.

"Why? Cause I wouldn't go? So you get her to do your dirty work?" I growl.

"I didn't ask her. She wanted to do it. She volunteered." Lori defends. I shake my head.

"I'm goin after her." I say and turn away.

"Maybe it's not a good idea. It's almost dark. That'll be five people gone." Andrea says.

"And Bobbie is a strong woman, she can take care of herself." Lori says.

"Or maybe she wrecked the damn thing and she's surrounded by walkers or being eaten alive!" I yell.

"She wouldn't have gone if she knew she couldn't do it." Andrea buds in.

"Oh, what do you know? You're always bitchin about not having guns to look like a badass. And when you finally get a gun, you sit up on the R.V. with it on your lap actin like you deserve to be here."

"I help the group by watching for walkers."

"B was right. You shoot before thinking."

"Daryl." Lori stops me. She approaches my figure and places her hands on my shoulders. "Bobbie is fine. She's got this. You don't need to worry about her. Please, don't go." I sigh and look down.

"It's not the waitin, it's the not knowin." I say.

"I know." Lori nods. "But she's okay." I take a deep breath and nod my head.

Bobbie's Point of View:

"I'm Dave. That scrawny-looking douchebag there is Tony." The two new men sit around, making small conversations with us.

"Eat me, Dave." Tony, the chubby guy says.

"Hey, maybe someday I will." Dave smiles at his friend. "We met on I-95 coming out of Philly."